It seemed that within these distances, if anything went wrong, he would die here.
Just as this feeling and thought floated in Red Sun's heart, he looked forward to Ye Feng, and at this moment, his gaze was already filled with raging fury.
The murderous intent, unable to dissipate and retreat, was not hidden even a bit, and he wished he could devour Ye Feng's blood at this moment and suppress Ye Feng's soul just like that.
To let Ye Feng undergo endless reincarnation in the depths of hell.
However, such thoughts could only circulate vainly in his heart.
Because at this time, the tremendous pressure from Ye Feng had already doubled more than once.
And that massive pressure was still persisting without alleviation, continuously extending there.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng's right hand, which had already formed into a fist, slowly opened.
As soon as it opened, revealing the patterned palm, a strand of gold-glimmering hair was spiraling and coiling at its center.
